[milk is the only real choice when it comes to peanut butter cookies and Cloud reaches into the tiny fridge set under the bar to pull out the carton. The tumblers get filled and he puts it back, shutting the door carefully before resting his own elbows on the counter and slowly working his way through his own cookie and milk. Too much refined sugar gives him a wicked buzz thanks to his metabolism but he can put down a serious amount of Tifa's cookies. At Usagi's question his own blue eyes rise to meet hers. Even the way she phrases it is strange.
He's got a knack for being blunt so since she asked he answers honestly.]
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He's got a knack for being blunt so since she asked he answers honestly.]
You're different. I'm trying to figure out why.